It was an almost 7 hour Pantranco bus trip from Manila to Infanta, Pangasinan, the first town you will see after Sta. Cruz, Zambales. In my mind, I played my initial impressions of her family- learned, sentimental, religious. And my thoughts were right. Her Dad was a well-respected Judge, a prolific writer and a romantic musician. Her Mom was an English teacher and a literature guru. I met her Mom but not her Dad who has gone home sooner. Mother, as I endearly called her, has nice sun-kissed skin and beautiful glistening eyes and spoke to me in straight English, like I was being interviewed by a CNN or BBC journalist.
Mother told me that she was the sixth in a family of eight, two girls and six boys. She was proud of all of them who were all degree holders in universities in Manila, four of them were from our beloved UP, including Marilyn.
While she was relating her stories about her children, I knew then that Marilyn and her family are special. Everything about Marilyn, I thank her old folks immensely. Her 76, hours of sleepless nights waiting for them to come home from dates or barkada outings.
Her 26, liters of tears she cried praying to God and Mama Mary for their health, safety, well-being and happiness. As a mother, Marilyn can only be faulted with one- she loves her children so much that her world literally stops at a singular call to be there for them.
I saw Marilyn through the lens of my girls. The best attributes of our girls, I am sure they got from their Mom. My girls are lucky, indeed! I am also trying to learn as much from her till now. At times, I succeed. Many times, I fail. Carl Sandburg Wilderness There is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for tearing gashes … a red tongue for raw meat … and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go. CHICKENS I am The Great White Way of the city: When you ask what is my desire, I answer: "Girls fresh as country wild flowers, With young faces tired of the cows and barns, Eager in their eyes as the dawn to find my mysteries, Slender supple girls with shapely legs, Lure in the arch of their little shoulders And wisdom from the prairies to cry only softly at the ashes of my mysteries.
O little roses And broken leaves And petal wisps: You that so flung your crimson To the sun Only yesterday. HOME Here is a thing my heart wishes the world had more of: I heard it in the air of one night when I listened To a mother singing softly to a child restless and angry in the darkness. How Do I Love Thee? Sonnet 43 How do I love thee? Elizabeth Barrett Browning Academy of American Poets Educator Newsletter.
Teach This Poem. Follow Us. Find Poets. Poetry Near You. Jobs for Poets. Read Stanza. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Thou art more lovely and more temperate. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. O my Love sent me a lusty list, Did not compare me to a summer's day Wrote not the beauty of mine eyes But catalogued in a pretty detailed And comprehensive way the way s In which he was better than me.
More well-traveled -rounded multi- Lingual! More practiced in so many matters More: physical, artistic, musical, Politic al academic I dare say! National Poetry Month. Materials for Teachers Teach This Poem. Poems for Kids.
Poetry for Teens. Lesson Plans. Resources for Teachers. Academy of American Poets. American Poets Magazine. Poems Find and share the perfect poems. How Do I Love Thee? Sonnet 43 expresses the poet's intense love for her husband-to-be, Robert Browning. So intense is her love for him, she says, that it rises to the spiritual level lines 3 and 4. She loves him freely, without coercion; she loves him purely, without expectation of personal gain.
When our two souls stand up? Why is it called Sonnet 43? Prominent Victorian poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning first published the poem in The poem was part of a sonnet sequence called Sonnets from the Portuguese. How do I love thee words?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
0コメント